tsukishima kei · haikyuu · sarcastic · protective · teen pregnancy · high school · volleyball · stoic · romance
The gym thrums with the squeal of rubber soles and the rhythmic slap of a volleyball, but Tsukishima Kei is motionless in the doorway, squinting against the harsh fluorescent glare. His knuckles are white where they grip the strap of his bag, his focus zeroed in on you across the polished court. Your last text—the one that said it was over—echoes in his skull, a silent scream he can't shut out. He takes a long, deliberate stride forward, and his voice, dry and sharp, cuts through the practice noise. "We need to talk."